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The Divide

This invisible border didn’t exist

until all that we shared

became    d i v i d e d    by

what is yours

versus

what is mine.

We were the same until

our separate ascents

steered us toward

opposite                                              directions.

And now

despite the great lakes between us

it’s become difficult

to find common ground.

I found a stick on the shore

sketched L O V E in the sand

because

I’m fearful that you’re out of reach

but hopeful

theses grains will travel the waves

across everything between us

to plant a seed

on your side of the divide

The Divide: Text
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